The Energy Room (The Elementum Trilogy) Page 7

“Are you okay? I haven’t seen you in a few days ago. You look awful!” Al observed, following me to the sofa.

  “Thanks,” I said sarcastically, burying my face in a mug of coffee that had gone cold.

  “I’m serious. Are you sick?” he asked, pressing the back of his warm hand to my forehead.

  “No, I just haven’t been sleeping well. Or at all,” I said, shoving his hand away from my face.

  Al’s expression was unreadable, possibly because I was sleep-deprived.

  “Well, you can tell me all about it in our first session,” Al said cheerfully, pulling a shiny new notebook out of his worn messenger bag.

  “Now?” I groaned, eyeing the notebook wearily.

  “Yes, now,” Al said, mocking my tone, “Why haven’t you been sleeping?”

  I stopped to think for a moment, trying to decide on a good reason for my insomnia. My delay could have easily been attributed to my sleeplessness, but I was surprised to find that Al saw right through me.

  “You’re trying to think of a good lie to tell me, aren’t you?” he said, still smiling as his frosty eyes pierced my soul.

  “No,” I lied, “Eric and I had a fight.”

  Inwardly, I nodded to myself with satisfaction. It wasn’t technically a lie, and it was kind of the reason I didn’t want to sleep; I didn’t want to confront Lakin about it.

  Al took to his notebook with a pen, shaking his head with a grin of disbelief. Even though I could tell he wasn’t buying into my story, he went along with it.

  “What did you fight about?” he asked sincerely.

  “I don’t think that’s really any of your business,” I said conclusively.

  “I’m your psychologist. Everything is my business,” Al stated rather matter-of-factly.

  “Fine,” I said, sneering as I made myself comfortable on the couch. “We fought about you.”

  “Me?” he asked, the corners of his mouth curling upward slightly. “Why were you fighting about me?”

  “Eric seems to think William had an ulterior motive when he hired you,” I said plainly, as I rigorously examined my fingernails.

  “And what ulterior motive would that be?” he asked, propping his elbow on his lap to rest his chin in his palm.

  “Something about having me falling head over heels for you, so I inevitably confess everything I’ve never confessed to the raggedy old men and women before you,” I said, waving my hand at the idea.

  “Why does he think that?” Al questioned seriously.

  “I suspect because you’re young and charming,” I admitted. I looked up to study Al’s face. His eyebrows were creased in evident disappointment.

  “Handsome isn’t on the list?” he asked with a joking tone of resentment.

  “Whoa! Cover yourself up, your ego is showing!” I exclaimed, sharing a laugh with the man a few feet from me.

  Young, charming, attractive; Al was all of those things, but I still detected something off about him. He was definitely hiding something, and I was determined to find out what.

  “So your boyfriend doesn’t trust me. That’s why you were fighting?” Al asked, the reminiscent laughter slowly fading from his face.

  I cringed at the word—boyfriend. It felt so unnatural. So accusatory. My ears felt as though they had caught fire, while simultaneously being stabbed by a thousand, tiny needles. Eric couldn’t be my boyfriend—he just couldn’t be. I forced back a sudden feeling of nausea, and nodded my head in response to Al’s question.

  “Something like that,” I said.

  “Do you think that’s why I was hired?” He didn’t seem to be asking just for my opinion; he was honestly curious.

  The question flooded through my mind like a plagued river, contaminating every gooey crevasse of my brain. Though Eric’s reasons for distrust were based on jealousy, he did have a good point. Why else would William have hired a fresh, young psychologist who had only been out of school for a year? All of my previous therapists had been established for at least twenty years in the world of using words to prod patients’ brains; most of them had spent decades driving insane people back to sanity—sometimes vice versa. As talented as I was at coming up with off-the-wall theories, I couldn’t comprehend any other reason for Al’s presence in my room at that very moment.

  “Yes,” I said blatantly.

  Al fervently scribbled in his notebook for a few moments, a thoughtful look on his face. My thoughts returned to the paranoid feelings from a few days before, that the man sitting across from me was psychic. Paranoia combined with insomnia makes for a very dangerous concoction. I wondered if he was still listening to my thoughts—if he knew the real reason I wasn’t sleeping. As Lakin’s face meandered back into my head, Al suspiciously stopped writing. His wintry eyes sent chills down my spine, as a mischievous grin spread across his face.

  “Then I guess I’ll just have to stop being so charming,” Al said with a wink.

  I exhaled loudly, realizing I had been holding my breath during the short, unreasonable adventure in my mind. I chuckled nervously at Al’s words, attempting to feign normalcy.

  “Honestly, Angie, I understand that we’re still strangers. I wouldn’t expect you to trust me right away. I certainly wouldn’t trust me if I were in your shoes. I don’t know exactly how your previous psychologists treated you, but from their notes I’m guessing less like a human being and more like a research project,” Al said sympathetically.

  I was shaken. Nobody had ever called me a human being before. I was never entirely sure that I was one.

  “A lot of what I see in your file is that you were unwilling to answer certain questions. Now, if there’s something I’m supposed to be weaseling out of you, it wasn’t in my job description. As far as I’m concerned, I’m here to listen to whatever you need to talk about. Of course I want you to feel like you can trust me, but I know that I need to earn it,” Al said reassuringly.

  It was the first time a therapist had actually spoken to me like a peer, as opposed to an inferior being. I realized that it could have all been part of William’s scheme, but Al seemed sincere. I could tell that he wasn’t lying; he truly wanted to earn my trust, and was unaware that there was information his predecessors had failed to get out of me.

  “Thank you. I appreciate that,” I said honestly.

  Al smiled with a nod, eyes sparkling with a type of friendliness that was uncommon within the walls of The Facility.

  “So what would you feel comfortable talking about?” Al asked, leaning back in his seat.

  “What do you want to know?” I responded, unsure of where to start.

  “Let’s start with how you feel about being here. You’re obviously aware that this isn’t a normal life,” he noted, a touch of empathy in his voice.

  Another question I had never been asked. None of my previous shrinks really seemed to care about my thoughts on the subject of being imprisoned my entire life. I was surprised to the point that I was uncertain how to answer.

  “I don’t know. I’m just used to it, I guess. It’s not really something I think about. This is my life,” I said with a shrug.

  “Fair enough,” Al said, not pushing the matter. “Can you tell me about these amazing abilities you have?”

  “What about them?” I asked confusedly.

  “Have you had them your entire life? How do you manipulate elements?” Al questioned, taking to his notebook.

  I sat up rigidly, my eyes narrowing as his words stabbed at my paranoia. The only people who ever described my abilities as ‘manipulating elements’ were the people I socialized with in my dreams. On top of that, how did he know I was only capable of manipulating elements? He had seen me turn water into a giant fortress of ice, but how did he know I wasn’t capable of doing more than just manipulating water, fire, air, and earth? Perhaps William, or one of the scientists told him.

  “Well, I’ve been here my whole life – and my abilities are why I’m here, so I’m assuming I’ve had them since I was born,” I ex
plained, shaking my apprehensions out of my mind. “And I’m not really sure how I do these things. It’s kind of like asking with my entire body. Then it just… happens.”

  Al nodded, writing frantically as I spoke. I wondered if he was actually taking notes on the session, or if he was doodling something obscene and amusing. Just as that thought crossed my mind, Al stopped writing. A small grin spread temporarily over his lips, but it only lasted for a moment, before he returned to his scribbling. Suspicious.

  “Tell me about those things on your wrists. Why do you have to wear them?” Al continued.

  “Because William doesn’t trust me,” I said with a sigh. “I tried to escape by using my abilities when I was younger—I flooded his office. He said they’re for everyone’s protection, including my own—he’s probably just upset that I ruined his favorite desk. If I start to use my powers, the Electro-Cuffs shock me.”

  “That’s what happened when I met you. What were you trying to do then?” Al inquired.

  “I…” I paused, looking for the words to best explain what happens when I go into someone’s mind. “When I touch someone, I can see things.”

  “Their thoughts?” Al asked, raising an eyebrow.

  “No, not exactly. It’s like… I can see and feel what they’ve experienced, but I see it and feel it from their point of view,” I said, wondering if I had explained in a way that could be understood.

  Al stared silently at me, his eyes shifting slightly as he appeared to think over my words. I could see a look of determination plaguing his face, but I was unable to decipher what the determination was for. We sat there in the quiet for what seemed like an eternity, watching each other.

  “I think that’ll do for today,” Al said finally, rising to his feet. “I was told it’s not customary for your therapist to attend your lab-runs, but I would like to come watch tomorrow, if you don’t mind.”

  “That should be fine,” I stated, standing to walk Al the short distance to the door.

  My head spun slightly as slumber did its best to tear through me like a vulture. My limbs felt too heavy to be attached, and attempted to drag me downward. Al was quick to catch me, holding me up by a strong grip on my arm. He lowered me back down to the sofa with one hand, eyes inspecting me with worry.

  “I’ll let myself out,” he said softly, making his way to the door. “And Angie… Get some sleep. It has to happen eventually.”

  I stared blankly at the door as Al closed it behind him. My thoughts would have been racing, if I hadn’t been so incredibly tired. Still, pushing through my sleepiness, I felt my suspicions had been confirmed. Al could tell that I wasn’t just having troubles sleeping; he knew that I was actively keeping myself from sleep. How could he know that? As my body forced itself into a horizontal position on the couch, I continued to think. How could he possibly—

  I wasn’t even able to finish my thought, before opening my eyes to the warm welcome of the Energy Room. I felt completely rejuvenated, as I observed my surroundings. At first, I was surprised to see that none of the chairs had bodies in them, until I heard loud shouts of laughter coming from behind me.

  “Angie!” Nadia shrieked happily.

  I turned in my chair to see a large bouncy-house shaped like a giraffe. Nadia and Bryant seemed as happy as… well, as happy as children bouncing in a bouncy-house.

  “Look what Bryant brought into the room!” Nadia shouted, dark locks of hair floating wildly around her as she sprung into the air.

  A chuckle pushed its way out of my throat as I strolled toward the humorous example of age being a number instead of a rule.

  “You do realize we’re almost adults, don’t you?” I called from the netted doorway of the giraffe’s legs.

  “Your point being?” Bryant asked, pausing from his bouncy endeavors just long enough to yank me by the wrists into the air-filled creature.

  We spent longer than seventeen-year-olds really should have spent jumping and laughing. We had been thoroughly enjoying ourselves, until Nadia went and asked the question I had been hoping nobody would ask.

  “Where have you been, Angie? I haven’t seen you in days,” Nadia questioned, gasping for air as she seated herself on the fluffy floor of the bouncy-house.

  “It’s kind of a long story. Well… it’s not, I guess,” I said, looking down in shame as I fidgeted with the hem of my pants. “Eric kissed me.”

  Nadia and Bryant both stared at me with looks of bewilderment.

  “Did you kiss him back?” Bryant asked in an accusing tone.

  “A little bit. I didn’t mean to… it just happened,” I explained in humiliation.

  “What are you going to tell—” Nadia began, cutting herself off as her gaze migrated to something behind me.

  “What is this?” Lakin asked in amazement, inspecting the large giraffe we were sitting inside of.

  Nadia and Bryant looked at each other nervously. Their eyes fell everywhere but on me and Lakin. I sighed with exhaustion, pushing myself unsteadily to my feet. The soft floor of the bouncy-house warped beneath me as I migrated closer to the boy whose heart was about to break.

  “We need to talk,” I said solemnly, taking his hand as he helped me down to the floor.

  “Are you alright?” Lakin asked worriedly.

  “Go back a few days,” I said quietly, holding Lakin’s hand firmly in mine.

  “What—” Lakin began in protest.

  “Just do it,” I ordered.

  I looked away as Lakin’s eyes clouded over, tears filling my own. I felt my hand being crushed, as he relived the incident with Eric. I imagined the thoughts that must have been racing through his head as he felt my contentment with kissing someone other than himself. As Lakin slowly dropped his hand from mine, I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze.

  “I’m sorry,” I said, finally turning my head.

  I searched the room with frantic eyes, but Lakin was nowhere to be found. He must have forced himself awake out of anger, or perhaps sorrow. I glanced back to the bouncy-house, where Bryant and Nadia were avoiding my stare. ‘What have I done?’ I thought to myself. ‘What have I ruined?’

  CHAPTER NINE

  Burning

  I walked slowly to the elevator at the end of the hall, unable to erase Lakin from my mind. I had eventually been able to talk to everyone in the Room about the fiasco, but very little was made in the way of progress. Lyla had given a thoughtless ‘You go, girl!’ when she witnessed my encounter with Eric. Joseph hadn’t said anything at all, instead ignoring me for the rest of the evening; the reaction I had most expected from Lakin. Bryant and Nadia had discussed possible methods of apology, from chocolate and flowers, to proposals of marriage. I knew there was very little I could do to make up for what I had already done.

  I leaned against the wall of the elevator, the number ‘28’ shining at me from the button module. I stared unblinkingly, as the lift came to an unexpected stop at floor eleven. Al walked through the doors hesitantly, issuing me a sideways glance.

  “Did you get some sleep?” he asked, keeping his eyes forward as the elevator continued its trek downward.

  “Yes,” I droned.

  “How did that work out for you?” he questioned curiously.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” I snapped, unable to control myself.

  “Nothing,” Al was quick to respond, very obviously trying to avoid a confrontation. “Do you feel better?”

  “I feel worse,” I huffed.

  “Well, I wouldn’t worry about it. These things have a way of working themselves out,” Al stated wisely, patting me on the shoulder.

  I wondered if he was referring to my fight with Eric, or to my situation with Lakin. At that point, I didn’t care much about whether my new psychologist was a mind-reader. I just wanted to get the fire lab-run over with, and retreat back to my sanctuary of solitude. I thought if I slept all day, maybe I would be able to catch Lakin and try to apologize.

  The doors opened to a large r
oom not unlike the one where I had conjured the ice-towers. The only difference was that there was nothing on the other side of the glass divider, except for an unlit blue candle sitting on a small metal stand. All of the computers and gadgets were conveniently placed far away from the nearly-empty room, and all of the employees were wearing white, fire-proof attire.

  Al looked around curiously. His expression reminded me of myself as a child, when I was first introduced to the labs; curious and amazed. Eddie, typing something onto a computer I probably wouldn’t understand if I tried, waved us over with a smile.

  “How are you doing, Angie? You haven’t come down for dinner in a while,” Eddie asked, searching my face for some sort of explanation.

  “I haven’t been feeling well. Better now, though,” I said, forcing a grin.

  “I thought maybe you and Eric had an argument, or something. He’s been sort of testy the last few days,” Eddie prodded, eyeing me suspiciously.

  “He’s stubborn,” I admitted, leaning against the white desk Eddie was working at.

  “He gets it from his mother,” Eddie said unthinkingly, staring at his computer.

  I snorted, nodding my head at the truth Eddie had just stated. As kind and warm as Emmy was, she could certainly be stubborn at times. Eric was like his mother in other ways, too. He often emanated the same caring aura as Emmy, especially when I was particularly upset about something. I suddenly realized that, even though Eric had been acting a bit like an idiot, I hadn’t been a very good friend to him recently. I had been treating him as though he was unimportant, and as if I wasn’t fond of him. I had mislead him and flat out lied to him; lied to the only person within the walls of The Facility who truly knew everything about me. My heart fluttered with sadness.

  “Alright, I think we’re all set. Are you ready?” Eddie asked me, standing from his seat to look me over.

  “What am I doing?” I asked, as Eddie led me to the glass door.

  My question was answered without words, as a wave of intense heat billowed out from behind the opening door. Droplets of sweat instantly trickled down my face as I entered the muggy room behind the glass divider.